The Present

I wanted  a present

Something cheap wouldn’t do

Something that’s not thoughtless

Something impressive too.

It need not to be large

Or cost more than a sin

It need not be costly

Just a smile or a grin

I wanted it to show

The care that is felt

Something not written

Yet a heart it can melt

But it isn’t given

It’s never quite shown

Instead of a gift

An absence is grown

You reject what I offer

You tell me I’m wrong

You step on my heart then

And dismantle my song

So I’m deflated

It’s not the first time

It goes on forever

More common than rhyme

And now that it’s over

Vacated once more

The transmission is silent

Crushed on the floor

It’s a wall not a present

It’s tall and quite wide

I suffer behind it

And remain there to hide.

Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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